Long lasting Cinderella happiness.
The truth ending in the never of a foreverness.
Trapped I am.
Stuck in the web, snared by the lines of Cain Co.
Venomous spider.
Narrow becomes wider.
What you sell.
I sold.
Can you tell.
I fell.
Thinking of less.
Something else.
My trick.
One fix.
Without Jane.
There is nothing which sells.
I walk inside the darkend alley.
My mind is divided.
Defied to be alone.
I have to be taught a lesson.
Less for a least.
I am someones son.
I am someones father.
With tears bleeding inside my eyes.
I scream.
The name of my daughter.
What happened to me.
Where have I gone with wrong.
The demons are in control.
I have finally lost the trust.
I have for my brain.
The hate I carry.
Cannot be explained.
I have to fight back.
Can I withstand the constant attack.
When I stare into the mirror.
I see the blistering.
Displayed by my lips.
I see the shaking.
I am losing my grip.
The frame is cracked.
The glass is on fire.
I am burned.
Down to the ground.
If you ever knock on this door.
You were warned.
When you hear my blood drip on the floor.
That is not the sound which echoes.
Where angels are found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
angels are found in sweet sounds, I like the write.